Since Feb. 14, I’ve been trying to find a good song about death.

The penultimate song on Animal Collective’s latest (and arguably greatest) album, “Strawberry Jam,” speaks from the mind of a ghost. Over a serene, melodic piano line, singer Avey Tare describes the strange and sad feelings from the other side. “Life was good / now death’s all wrong / because you can’t feel a thing / no heart flutters in late spring / you just drift and pray / for sun-kissed golden days.”

Then the chorus explodes in a cacophony of noise, as Tare screams out his anguish before finally going “cuckoo,” while the band flails about wildly like a group of children having a tantrum.

What draws me to the song is the cartharsis it brings, because after I heard the news, I didn’t want to be cooled down or reminded of another time. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to lose control.

In the chorus, Tare screams out, “All I want is one favorite song / and two or three minutes don’t seem too long / And where’s my mom? / I want to hold her tight.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.